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Mar 2014
This isn't goodbye
This isn't "I love you"
This is not "I really miss you and I want you back"
This is a "*******" note.

I've been waiting here for 7 hours straight
All you can do is talk about the weather.
You crack jokes, you smile, and bring us in
But I know how you feel inside;
It's killing you to see me alive.
You'd spit in my face if given half a chance
And you wouldn't hesitate to give me that glance
I was there for everything.

I was there when your brother went to rehab
And when he moved back in
When you thought you could end it all
But you couldn't handle it.
I was there for your birthday
But you missed mine.
I have to remind you every time.

How could you forget that we had a life; a future?
We were supposed to be partners in crime until the day we died.
How could you forget unless it was something I did.
Please tell me what I did.
And why you hug me different.
Caroline Stradley
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Caroline Stradley  26/F/Austin, TX
(26/F/Austin, TX)   
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